Wednesday, September 21, 2011

from Wiggle 3-15

"In Cold Storm Light"

In cold storm light
I watch the sandrock
canyon rim.

The wind is met
with the smell of pinon
The wind is cold
with the sound of juniper.
And then
out of the thick ice sky
running swiftly
swirling above the treetops

the snow elk come,
moving, moving,
white song
storm wind in the branches.

And when the elk have passed
behind them
a crystal train of snowflakes
strands of mist
tangled in rock
and leaves.

-Leslie Marmon Silko

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